Iconic & Most Beloved Scenes from Year One
“GRYFFIN-!” the Hat was cut off as its lips were suddenly sewed shut. Harry pulled off the hat and hopped off the stool to hand the hat back to a shocked-looking Professor McGonagall.
“I’ll just be off to Slytherin, then?” he innocently inquired.
“Miss. Avnatten-!” McGonagall started.
“Pardon me, ma’am, but I’m a boy,” Anraí interrupted.
The professor’s jaw dropped as her stern eyes looked over Anraí’s neatly pressed skirt and knee-high stockings.
“Mr. Avnatten, if you think this is a joke-”
“He doesn’t,” Draco said smoothly, as he quickly approached Anraí from the side. “Though, perhaps this can all be discussed after the Feast when there is less of an audience?”
Professor McGonagall gave the boys a stern look, before turning her head to see the rabid attention of the entire school. She cleared her throat before looking to the headmaster, who didn’t look pleased with their newest student. Dumbledore gave a curt nod, and McGonagall repeated the gesture.
“Move along, Mr. Avnatten, Mr. Malfoy, and return here after the Feast,” she ordered.
“Thank you, professor,” Draco said, taking the first year’s hand and led him over to the Slytherin table.
The pair kept their chins up high as the entire school watched them. They were trained by the very best the wizarding aristocracy had to offer, Draco’s mother, they would not show a hint of fear or uncomfortability with so much unwanted attention. They represented both the Most Noble and Ancient Houses of Black and Malfoy, they were above it all—even when Draco’s heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, and he could feel his mate’s silent fear pulling at their bond.
Seating them between his best mates and bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, Draco looked to Professor McGonagall as if to say ‘Well? Why haven’t you continued the Sorting? It’s your job, isn’t it?’
McGonagall pressed her lips into a thin line and did just that. As the first years were sorted into their houses, Draco moved his fingers rapidly over Anraí’s open palm.
‘What the bloody hell was that?’ he signed.
‘The hat agreed that I should go to Slytherin,’ Anraí’s voice said quietly in his mind. Draco could hear how sad his mate was, it twisted in his gut. He didn’t like this. Severus had assured them that Anraí going to Slytherin was a guarantee, that the hat took into consideration what you wanted, and wouldn’t place you somewhere that you were against.
His eyes flickered up to the headmaster. Was this his doing? Had Dumbledore somehow tampered with the sorting? But he didn’t know the truth about Anraí. Why would he care about a ward of the Black Family going to Slytherin?
‘It will be alright,’ Draco promised. ‘Severus and I will sort this out. You’ll be in Slytherin.’
In response, Anraí intertwined their fingers, and gave his hand a squeeze.